I'm damn good.
I have a face that can tell people anything and because I can hold my affect constant, people cannot tell whether I am telling the truth or not.
Just the other day, a colleague asked me if I wanted to join her for an activity that was a pretty exciting venture. When I told her yes, she wasn't sure if I was saying yes because I wanted to really do the activity or because I felt cornered into doing it. I had to convince her that I was genuine.
A few years back, I convinced a class of students that my first name was actually spelled something like this: 90.7sqwvsoind. I was able to get them to believe that my parents were hippy-ish and named me that because they wanted me to remember their favorite radio station call numbers.
Even during the years when colleagues who did not know me thought I was a high school student, I was able to convince students that I was actually 54. I had them believing that healthy eating, Dove soap, and regular exercise were the keys to good, smooth skin.
Besides these things, I can convince people that I am doing fine when my mind is actually in turmoil.
The day after my horrible hair cut, I convinced the people at work that I liked it and actually believed their compliments (which came moments after the shocked questioning of why I cut all my hair off).
I just have that way about me.
I should have gone into acting.
I've been told that on many occasions and wish I had pursued it in my younger years.
But, I guess, with teaching, I get to perform each day, too. I get to convince the kids about the history stories they learn, I get to try and convince them that the break up with their sig-oth is not the end of the world. I get to help them become enthusiastic about the basic things we do in class - even when I think they are mundane. Just the other day, I was able to get the kids to create a rap song (beat included) that is basically just reciting what they are to do a the start of class.
Today, I'm joining a link-up with Papa is a Preacher.